The More Im Around My Real Friends The Cringier I Get And The Happier I Am. Genuinely This Is Just A

angel and devil on my shoulder and one of them is my pcp and the other is uncle traveling matt. i see one of those tiny glass sculptures of animals. they both immediately start screaming.

idk if i already posted about this but. fraggle rock. doozertubes. theyre why i want to eat glass. any time i see any thin glass anything a little gay coded evil muppet in the back of my brain tells me to eat it and honestly who am i to disobey him?

sin of empathy

I'm getting hanged tomorrow in the town square for having a kind heart

what about alfred though

Imagine having living grandparents

this is that one jam mechanics song right

Rumours speak of a powerful lich stirring beneath Baltimore

it's 1pm. it is the afternoon. 13. but my cat is so cozy and he is never nice to me. and i have tumblr and my drawing tablet is two feet from me. i can just live here now.

precious

dami: i still do not get the point of doing this. what purpose does this serve?

cass, painting his nails black to match with her and tim: *noncommittal shrug*

dami: -tt-. this is pointless.

also dami: *maintains the integrity of his manicure with utmost care and respect, to the point of altering his training regimen as to not sustain even the smallest of chips in the polish*

cass: *proud smile*

dami: this proves nothing.

i love you young justice

Sooner or later, you have to walk away.

this is entirely acceptable aside from the fact that theres equal part protein powder as the oats thats terrifying

stick it in a pot, cook it up, schlorp it up

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.